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Every little girl wanted to be a princess.
Or at least… that was what Sorano had always told Yukino when they were children, though Yukino had personally never understood that. What was so good about being a princess? The dresses? The castle? The money and power? None of that was exactly appealing to Yukino. Oh sure, she would love a pretty new dress, and maybe a stable place to live would be nice, enough money for food certainly would be, but she didn’t think she needed that much to be happy.
In fact… even the mere idea of it had been a bit overwhelming.
But now that she was actually living that life?
Yes, definitely overwhelming.
How had Hisui put up with this her entire life? The dressing up in the morning, with maids insisting on shoving her into a corset? The fancy meals that had at least three courses and took so long Yukino felt as if they sucked up half the day? Oh, she was adorned in the most beautiful, expensive jewelry, showered with every material possession she could possibly think of, but was she really the only one who thought it was too much?
Yukino loved Hisui. Of course she did! She just wasn’t sure if she loved the being treated as a princess part of dating her.
She just didn’t understand why it was necessary. Couldn’t she just go back to being one of Hisui’s personal guards? She didn’t need this supposed “upgrade” just because they’d decided they liked kissing one another.
Everyone treated her like glass now, as if Yukino hadn’t come from nothing, survived Sabertooth, fought in a fucking war.
Yukino flopped down onto the too-big, too-soft bed with an over-exaggerated sigh.
“Long day?” Hisui prompted as she uncurled and threw the blankets off herself.
“No,” Yukino said, though her voice was muffled by the pillow she’d shoved her face into. “Quite the opposite, actually.” What she wouldn’t give for a long, grueling day at this point.
“What’s wrong, love?” Hisui asked, reaching over to gently pat Yukino’s back.
“They put me in another dress with like five different layers and spent an hour curling my bangs and I learned about another new spoon today. How do you live like this?”
“Oh… I dunno, I guess I’m just used to it. I’ve never really experienced anything else.” She sighed and shook her head. “But I guess I could see how it would be… smothering to someone who wasn’t used to it.”
“Do you think if I woke up early I could put on my old guard uniform before anyone noticed and they wouldn’t be able to catch me for the day?” she mused.
“You know, if you really don’t like being treated that way, I could always just tell them to leave you alone. I’m the princess, they have to listen to me,” Hisui reminded her.
“Yeah, but… Well, I don’t want to make you look bad. It’s already strange because you decided to date me and I’m not royal or a noble, or even from a wealthy family! I don’t want to make it worse by insisting I not engage with like… the cultural side of things, you know?” She rolled over and crossed her arms over her chest with a sullen pout.
“Yukino, I don’t want you to be unhappy. If my father or anyone else decides to be upset about it, that can be their problem. I really don’t care.” She brushed her hand across Yukino’s forehead, messing up the bangs that had been spent so long on that morning.
“You’re entirely too nice, Hisui,” Yukino said with a small smile.
“Yeah, says you. As if you aren’t one of the nicest people I know,” Hisui chuckled. “But just tell them to fuck off tomorrow if they come and try to put you in a dress you don’t like. And if anyone gets upset, send them my way, I’ll take care of it.”
Admittedly… telling those maids to fuck off when they complained about Yukino’s waist being too big for the corset sounded pretty damn nice. “Yeah, alright.”
“Good!” Hisui leaned down to press a soft kiss to Yukino’s cheek. “You can just be my princess, as unwieldy and untidy and improper as you like!”
Yukino smiled.